I: Heartfilia, He: Dragneel. (A NaLu AU)

Come back to me.

"Hello Lucy. Long time no see." He was here, smirking oh-so-evilly.

Fuck.

I tried to find an opening through which I could easily get away from him but this motherfucking asshole knew that and had me trapped between his arms and a wall in the dark alley that held my doom.

Great. Just great. Just fucking great.

"Why Lucy? Aren't you happy to see me?" Sting asked me, smugly.

Oh how I wanted to wipe that smugness out of his face with my claws.

"Very." I spat with venom.

"Now now, we don't want to end up in a fight, do we?" Sting moved his head from side to side and moved closer. I went stiff.

This is bad.

He nuzzled his nose into my neck and took deep breaths. "I missed you, Lucy."

The way my name rolled off of his tongue made me shiver in disgust. I hated it when he said my name. This was the sole reason I started hating the name that my parents gave me with so much love. It was all because of him. 

Sting Eucliffe.

The person I hated with every single cell of my body.

"I didn't." I said and tried pushing him away, but I was trapped between his heavily muscled body.

"Now you're just lying, baby. I know you did. You were always on guard when I used to be around. Maybe because you aren't ready, but I am." He whispered in my ear and started nibbling on my earlobe. I trembled in fear, but mostly in disgust. His blonde hair were tickling my nose and I tried not to sneeze. I silently took a breath so I can scream as loud as I can but it was like he heard it because he instantly covered my mouth and said, "Nuh uh uh. Not so fast, doll face."

He looked straight in my eyes and looked at me with a look of longing and lust. I closed my eyes and opened them when I knew that he'd see no emotion in my eyes. I tried to made them look dead but sadly, I wasn't that much of an expert who could mask emotions like that.

"Come back to me, baby. I need you. I miss you." He put his forehead against mine, our noses almost touching.

Someone save me.

Please.

"Sting, fuck off." I said after he slowly moved his hand away from my mouth.

"Is that what you say to your dear fiance, baby?" He asked me, his breath brushing past my cheek.

"You and I both know you're not my fiance anymore, you dick. The engagement broke off the next day." I barked.

And I was to be engaged with someone else, but who?

"Easy there mongrel!" He clutched my hair from my scalp and pulled my head up. I slightly winced but didn't let him know that it hurt.

"Layla broke off the engagement, not Jude Heartfilia." He spat.

"Don't you dare call my mother with her name you filthy jackass!" I yelled at him and he pulled my head further, causing me to loose my composure and making the hint of pain visible on my face that kind of satisfied him, judging by the expression he made.

"Oh Layla allowed me to call her 'Layla' and she died before she could change it for me. Well, technically killed and you of all know better who did." He grabbed my wrists with one hand and pulled me forward, causing my scalp to hurt more when he kept his other free hand stuck to the wall with my hair being clutched.